Fairweather

You’re the kind of man

who has a sixth sense

if there is a cork popping 

or a cake baking 

you can hear it or 

smell it 

for miles

and you suddenly appear 

to see if there is 

anything in it for you.


You’ve pulled out 

all the stops 

that have to do with charm

and you do it

with distinction 

so that we feel

that the pleasure is ours

to be so visited

often you show up

with a bottle of wine

in your hands

and then you drink it.


I’d like to be 

the kind of guest

that people are happy

to see arriving

there’s an implicit gift

just in enjoyment of the hour

that must be 

reciprocal enough 

that we keep

greeting you with pleasure 

at your uninvited arrival.

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